I'm waiting in the shower room as usual. Arms up,naked,feet and cock free. Relaxing in the warm damp space. Its been a few days since my training started. I had to practice the walk to perfection,Steve would correct the slightest little mistakes with the crop,he never seemed to be satisfied: adjusting the height,the length of the steps,the position of my back and arse.If I was showing some slack,he would hit me hard so I had to really concentrate,my mind completely focused on my body,just trying to follow Steve's indications. Trying to avoid the crop. Sounds foolish but it really stings,then after a while even worst,because sometimes he hits the same spot over and over.But I got the knack of it.. So when I walk to my stall,the shower or the exercise room or outside to the corral,its becoming like a second nature.I lift my legs high. I don't even have to think of it. Its like the SHOW stance,whenever I hear Steve coming,I take it fast.
In the corral,I had to learn to trot. Naturally its faster than the walk, I don't have to raise my knees so high,its easy at the beginning,but after a while you get tired and out of breath. Steve gave me time to recover from time to time.Another day I had to gallop, run as fast as I could,I was never an adept of jogging or running, I have long legs,so I can walk fast, its not an activity I liked much. I preferred group sport like basketball or volley-ball. With my nose ring,always afraid my nose would ripe off,I had no choice,I just carried on. When I thought I would collapse,Steve made me stop. He seems to know when he can push me more or when I can't take it anymore. Yesterday,he left me with the loud-speakers directing me. I would alternate between WALK,TROT,GALLOP,REST. What could I do? My nose-ring tied to the carousel. I just followed the lead. I don't know how long it lasted. At the end ,I was exhausted but in a nice way,like when you have a good workout. Sometimes I forgot about the boots,my cock locked between my legs,the high collar. I just walked or ran, my mind empty.
The time in the exercise room is more pleasant, I always fancied working out,forget all my troubles. To help me release my stress. I worked out a lot at school or after work. Lately, with my porno obsession and the ensuing problems with my wife,I stopped all physical activities. I find it hard to keep up. But I don't mind it. If only it was my choice. I hate the loud voice of the instructor, it never stops,so its hard to do all the repetitions. But I do everything to the letter. Since I know Steve could be watching,I don't need more punishments. I get out of it winded,worn-out but satisfied. Anyway I have to build up my strength. When the time comes,I'll show Steve who's on top.
While I wait,I can see my cock stiring.I hate that.It seems to have a life on its own. Its true that I haven't cum for a long time.I used to jerk off daily,sometimes more.Hey I'm 23,with a lot of hormones.. I used to watch all those porno sites, ponygirls strutting their goods and fantasize myself dominating them. Now I wake up with a boner after a night of dreams full of sexy girls. Steve always seems to enjoy touching it before he lets me piss in the bucket. The worst is in the shower room. After cleaning me,rubbing himself against my body,he plays with my asshole,inserting one,two fingers yesterday three. Rubbing my prostate. First I tried to close my sphincter to prevent him from penetrating me, but its just painful,eventually I relaxed and just let it go in and out. Anyway its not so bad, after some time,I close my eyes,feeling the fingers movements,my ass muscle adapting.The first time he touched my prostate,it was surprising,I never had felt that sensation before,apart from the doctor and that's not very erotic,my girl friends never tried that.. Steve rubs my prostate and at the same time jerks my cock with a regular rhythm. It becomes harder and harder,I want to cum,I push my cock in his hands,lubricated by my precum....Suddenly he stops,leaving me all work out and frustrated.
Yesterday when I went back to my stall,walking slowly,raising my legs high,I felt so ashamed to pass in front of Blacky with my cock sticking out. When Steve closed the gate, Blacky winked at me. Showing he understood my feeling and maybe admired my dick. He's in the same predicament. Whenever I see him naked,he's always sporting a big bone. I'm sure Steve doesn't let him cum that much. Sometimes I wonder if he's not giving us Viagra in our meals. I've never been so horny and frustrated in my life.
So here I am,waiting for the evening cleaning. After the usual routine,Steve already naked installs an horizontal bar waist high,he unhooks my wrists and ties them to the back,put on a collar and attaches my wrists to the collar pulling them up. He then pushes me against the bar. He takes hold of my nose ring and ties it to a ring on the ground,slowly bending me over the bar. He brings in a pole with restraints and ties my legs apart I'm left with my ass in the air,my head down,totally exposed, cock,balls and ass. I try to struggle because I realized whats going to happen. I could handle the ass play.But now I know,he's going to fuck me,take the last remain of my dignity. I feel so mortified. So angry. He can't do that. I'm not gay! I'm a straight man! Please Steve,I'm your friend Dan, you can't do this to me. I struggle more. Make some noises. Trying to say NO NO NO
- Stop that Boy, its no use. Today is THE day. I'm going to take your cherry. Make you my bitch finally. I know you wont enjoy it, but I will. With time you'll like it. Don't worry. Now open your hole, I've prepared it all week.
NO! He can't do that to me. His cock looks so big, I didn't notice that before. When he comes in front of me,I see that long,large,veined pole sticking close to my eyes. Its seems huge now,I can't take that. Steve covers my eyes with a bandanna . I can't see anymore, its much more scary .Then he fills my hole with a lot of lubricant.I feel him rubbing his dick between my ass cheeks. I clench my hole tight, blocking the entry. He keeps rubbing my crack, I continue to hold on, then I feel something poking at my hole,I can't stop it anymore,I have to let go, its moving in,its so big,I need to crap,its so painful. I want to push it out but instead its going slowly in,its ripping me. No stop please,take it out.! Steve holds my waist firmly with both hands. I tried to push them away,its useless I can't reach them. He moves slowly the head of the cock inside then suddenly moves out. Ah!What a relief! I can relax,but just for a minute,he goes in again fast, I don't have time to react.
-Yeah! Yeah! So good. So tight. Good boy, relax. Let me in.
I try to relax. But it hurts. The bastard is killing me. I feel his rod going deeper,very deep, tearing me apart. So far inside, completely, his crotch pushing against my ass cheeks. He starts a regular leisurely rhythm going back and forth in my hole. I just try to block my thoughts, separating my mind from my body. It continues for a long time...back and forth ,pushing all the way in, then moving out, again going all the way in, ...
I just let my body relax, my brain shutting out, ..he rubs my ass,my balls,play with my cock, but it stays limp... He takes hold of my waits again, then starts to fuck me harder,and deep, like a fucking maniac,raping me. When will he stop? My ass must be raw from the incessant use. Each time he comes in, I moan in my bit, At last he breaths heavier and erupts all of sudden. He collapses on my back panting. What a relief! He came at last. He will leave me alone.
-Wow! That was good! A nice new virgin ass. I'll get you back to your stall so you can recover.
Steve unhooks my nose,pulls me up. Puts back my boots,my belt and reties my arms to it then removes the collar. I'm so angry! I wish I could kill him. He's lucky,my hands are restrained,I would strangle him. Whose the animal? Whose the asshole? I look at him defiantly. I won't surrender. When he puts back my boots and belt and ties back my hands on the side,I don't cooperate and he has to struggle to finish the work. When he walks me back to my stall,he has to pull me. I go reluctantly behind him, He needs to hold the reins tight. I pass in front of Blacky with my semi erect cock. Finally I'm alone in my stall, trying to pull myself up. Blacky is staring at me with his dark black eye. I sense he knows what I have been through,its reassuring to have somebody to share your emotions,he can't touch me,he can't talk to me. But his eyes tell me so much. It must have been terrible for him when he was alone experiencing the same ordeal. I feel ashamed to be in this state by my own fault and let Blacky suffer because of my lack of sympathy and foolishness. Suddenly I start to cry,releasing all my anger and frustration. I can't stand the pity in Blacky's eyes. I can't even dry mine so I just close them.
Its another day in my life,if you can call it that. Its been 5 days,since my terrible ordeal. The next day,Steve came as usual to take me to the shower room. He was rough and aggressive. He moved around fast and finished in no time.
-Hey Split. You are MY ponyboy. If I want to fuck you,I do it. Your asshole belongs to me. I don't like your attitude. You have forgotten the rules. If you please me,you get a reward,if you don't ,you must feel the consequences. Today your not going to the exercise room but to the punishment room. I warned you. Lets go.
I had to follow him to dreaded room.I was so scared. What was he going to do,he had said it would be worst. He almost had to push me in. He made me lie down on my back on a wooden rack. He strapped my ankles,my legs,my thighs, my waist,my chest,my neck,my forehead. I couldn't move an inch. I tried to plead with my eyes,I moaned as loud as I could. He looked at me with his cold eyes continuing to tighten the restraints. I couldn't lift my head,I felt my cock and balls tied with a metal wire,a cold rod inserted in my piss hole,a hard cold metallic plug in my hole.
- Your connected to my electric machine. The power will go up and down at random. From low to high. I'm sure that at the end,you will have learned your lesson,that you will be a good boy,ready to please me. Let the fun start.
It lasted for ever.I thought it would never end. It kept going on for so long. The low setting was bad but when it went higher,the pain was unbearable. I couldn't move at all. I just made high-pitch sounds. I always feared it would go even higher,that I would loose my mind. Hoped I would faint. But no,I had to endure every minutes. It lasted for I don't know how long. At long last Steve came back.
- Now boy. I hope you need to have a good behavior and attitude. I need to check if your really learned your lesson. You will get up.,spread your legs and bend down. Stick your ass in the air and arch your back. I will give you ten blows with the paddle. You will NOT move at all. If you do,we start over again. Is that clear BOY, nod if you understand. Good.. Lets start.
The bastard started to count. I tried to concentrate and not move but at the seventh,he hit me harder and I just jolted a bit.
- I told you to stay still BOY We have to start over.
He hit me again. I clenched my fist and my bit. The blows kept on coming regularly hard and swift. At the fourth one he said I had move. The bastard. It wasn't true. How could I argue? I think he was enjoying it. It started all over again. I lost count. I don't remember how many times he hit me or how many times he stopped to repeat. It was just a blur,my ass reduced to a painful mass of flesh, I just wished it would end. With my ass exposed and vulnerable.
- you can relax boy, yeah your ass is really warm and red. Your lucky I didn't make it bleed.Be careful !Listen to what I say. Next time,if there is one,its your choice.,it will get worse. So think about it. You need to obey,its for your good. From now on you will never look at me directly, always keep you eyes straight ahead. No wandering around.
He took me back to my stall for the rest of the day. I had time to think about everything: the rape,the punishment,the training. I don't want to go back to that room. I need to adapt my strategy, I have to make him think that I am obedient and have accepted my present condition., show no more signs of defiance. Force myself to do exactly what I'm told. That way he will think that he has broken my will.
Everyday I did what I was told. I pushed hard in the exercise room,not missing any move or repetition. I walked,trotted and ran,following the speaker voice or Steve demanding orders. I moved from one place to the other in the right position,lifting my legs to the right angle. The worst was the daily fucking in the shower room, I used to associate it with the warm temperature. Steve instructed me to relax my sphincter or tighten it,massage his big cock by moving my body back and forth. He did rub my prostate,making me hard and played with my cock. I got hornier with time,getting back my morning hardon and my bone sprang to life when he unhooked it. I tried hard to continue thinking about my former life. I would concentrate on voices,faces,feelings. Trying to remember how I used to fuck a nice pussy,hard and deep. Its difficult to always focus,so my mind wanders from one thing to the other,sometimes without any pattern. And I have to wait all the time. Wait to piss,to drink,to eat,to relieve myself,wait to go from one place to the other,wait in the sun,in the corral.Wait for orders. My life is a string of long period of inactivity. I enjoyed it more when I exercise or run,at least I'm doing something and I can forget about my present life. The presence of Blacky all night helps me, we are in the stall from dawn to sun rise, just standing there, we manage to communicate,it's odd because we can't talk,move our hands and only see our heads. But with the movements of our eyes,our head. I can almost understand his words. Sometimes he uses his voice. Its sounded inhuman at first, but now I can decipher what he wants to say. We play games like imitating each other, he blinks.I repeat, moves up his head, or sideways, opens wide his mouth, or sticks out his tongue., I copy him, or the opposite. I like to see him when he pulls the trap. I wonder how it feels. If I will have the stamina to do it for so long. When I see them coming back, with the corner of my eyes, I've learned not to turn my head,he's trotting back, raising his legs,his mane in the wind,his tail sticking from his arse. Steve sitting on the small seat steering him with the reins with one hand and the whip in the other one. What I miss most is to touch, to use my hands, there are always tied to my belt. I use them only in the exercise room, to pull or push the machines, I can always wipe my forehead but I don't dare touch my cock and balls between my legs,Steve was very clear about that, NO TOUCHING, I know he's checking on my with the cams. I can't have the normal use of my hands, to piss or scratch myself, there seems to be flies all over the place,in the barn or outside, they seem to take pleasure in buggering me. I try with my hair or tail to brush them off. Blacky doesn't seem to care anymore, he looks at me smiling with his eyes. The only human touch is from Steve,when he tries to comfort me,when he washes me,when he rubs his body on mine,when he fucks me. Can I hold on more before I'm turned into a faggot. No deep down I continue to be the same Dan with the same desires Spit is just another entity, what a ridiculous name. It is already bad to be called boy for a grown up man, where did he get that? Split. There are many expressions with split, is has many meanings, maybe he wants to make me run fast in a split second. Who knows what goes though his mind? Enough,I have to take him out of my mind, think about women flesh. How I long to feel a woman's skin, so soft,her nice silky hair. At night I try to remember how good it was.So I close my eyes to live those sweet dreams.